"Oh I heard another one' o' them humans got 'emselves killed again over at Verigan's hold again." A burly dwarf muttered to the bartender who simply refilled the iron tankard he pushed toward her.
"Aye, we tell 'em the warnings, creeps and spiders out there! Out everywhere at this time! Y'know how'd they die?"
"Nay, but the rumours say he looked the wrong way and the endermen again!" He guffawed "Can't give that lot any sympathy!" His strong dwarvish accent muffled as he took a strong swig of his beer.
"And what do the royal guard do about it? Nothing. "
"...it's not our job to protect them."
The room silenced and the bartender and the dwarf turned to look at the navy-blue haired boy sat pensively over the bar.
"Oh." The dwarf was one of the first to break the silence, "so you're one of them are yee'! Ya look like a young farmhand an' his dog ta' me!" The surrounding atmosphere chuckled at the dwarfs comment.
He didn't look up, but casually dropped a pork chop to the large, beautifully coated snow coloured wolf sat obediently at his feet. "One, she's a wolf. Two, I am part of the Royal Guard; and three? Yeah. But it's not our job to protect humans, it's to protect the hold and fight for the family." He spoke calmly. Saying that, the boy slid off his chair and gently clicked his fingers, at which the wolf got up and trotted over to his side, "Callista." The boy turned back round to the bar and took a handful of gold out of a satchel at his hip, putting the money onto the table.
"That's for my rounds; and for feeding Callista." He looked at the dwarf who in turn, was watching him back with a curious and slightly perplexed and amused intent.
"We only help Minecraftians and others in need, not humans. Didn't Notch say that they must help themselves in order to find their true goal?..." And with that last word, he slinked out of the door with Callista following, cueing the house to relight with raucous laughter and volume like it was before.
"Aye..." The woman at the bar nodded whilst she was cleaning out a tankard with a tea towel "He knows wha' he's on about. The real McCoy tha' one. " The dwarf twiddled one the plaits in his blond-ish beard.
"I guess. We'll see anyway..." Turning his attention back on his drink.
"I'll have another refill on the honeydew beer."